Letra de Nicodemus Portulay

On a hot and sunny evening in the middle of July
Nicodemus was appeasing what was once a healthy mind
In his dark and gloomy basement on the sadder side of town
The old man sat and pondered but no answer could be found
In his orange velvet armchair legless on the floor
He stared into a picture that was framed upon the wall
As he drifted off to sleep his mind became awake
‘cause every night he comes alive protector of the gatе
You can’t find me
I’m lost inside your mind
Nicodemus Portulay
Undеrstanding what was undefined
It was some time ago in the house of the know when he first laid his eyes on the prize
He was certain indeed that his mind had the means to acquire the treasure in time
He paced as he waited and fiercely debated the moment that soon would arrive
And on that fine day with no more delay he weaseled his way inside
The clickety moans as the cobblestone groans beneath his swiftly cane
His age and decay impede in no way as he reaches the fog riddled plain
As he was instructed he took the entrusted and set it below the oak tree
Tap four times they said then four times again to find the answers you seek